Grandma Hui, of course, refused: "No need, no need, Xia, you sit down. Grandma is in good health."

This girl is really kind; she's sick but still wants to help.

Xia Hong couldn't just rush up and snatch it. "Grandma, you've gone to so much trouble. I feel so bad," she said earnestly, standing to the side.

Grandma Hui is also over seventy years old. Although she is in good health, she is not young anymore.

Xia Hong really couldn't bear to let an elderly person cook for her.

"No, what's the trouble? Grandma just loves cooking for you. What, do you think Grandma's cooking isn't good or what?"

Of course, I can't accept that.

"Grandma, what are you saying? I just don't want you to get tired."

"Alright, alright, I know you're all filial, but Grandma hasn't seen you for a long time. Now, I just want to make you something to eat, and I can't take that away from you."

Forehead....

It seems I really can't refuse.

When Gu Ziling came downstairs, all the food was laid out on the table.

"Second Young Master."

"Grandma Hui, how many times have I told you to just call me Xiaoling?"

The Gu family never treated Grandma Hui as a servant.

"Okay, okay, Xiaoling, now go wash your hands and eat."

"Coming right away."

Xia Hong didn't hesitate and started setting out the bowls and chopsticks.

However, when Gu Ziling came over again, she became somewhat awkward in her movements.

Sigh, what just happened isn't so easy to forget!

How embarrassing....

Minister Gu's face didn't show any extra expression; men are generally more thick-skinned than women.

Who is Grandma Hui?

How could a man in his seventies not notice the subtle, ambiguous atmosphere between the two young people? He smiled with satisfaction.

"Eat up, eat up! Don't be shy, we're at home." He said as he served soup to the two of them.

Xia Hong stood up and took it: "Thank you, Grandma, I can do it myself."

Gu Ziling accepted it without saying anything.

Actually, this is just the older generation's heartfelt kindness towards the younger generation. Everyone understands this, so no one is being polite.

As long as Grandma is happy, that's all that matters.

Xia Hong was here for the first time and wasn't very familiar with the place.

It's nothing, you'll get used to it over time, won't you?

How much can an elderly person of that age eat?

After a few bites, I was finished eating.

"By the way, is Xia feeling better? Should we call a doctor to come and take a look?"

Forehead?

Grandma Hui's words clearly puzzled Xia Hong: "Why do you need to see a doctor? Grandma, I'm not sick!"

ah?

Not sick?

Grandma Hui looked at her second young master. It was the second young master who had said it in the study that afternoon.

Gu Ziling put down her chopsticks and glanced at the woman: "You had a fever this afternoon, didn't you forget?" she said.

Hmm? Fever?

Xia Hong's eyes widened. How could she not know she had a fever?

"Would I lie to you if I said you had a fever? You can ask Grandma if you don't believe me."

Now, Xia Hong felt much less doubtful.

But then she began to doubt herself: Could it be that she really had a fever? But why didn't she remember it?

etc...

Could it be that... that illness from before has relapsed?

Otherwise, why wouldn't you remember?

Xia Hong wasn't stupid; she quickly figured out the real reason.

Looking at the man again, she had an indescribable feeling: So, this man saw it?

That....

Just as Xia Hong was struggling with her dilemma, Grandma Hui spoke up: "We can't let our guard down when someone has a fever. Even if the fever has subsided now, it might still come back tonight. We need to be even more careful."